“Please Phichit, be serious. Break his heart? Really?”
So I’ve recently been in love with Until my Feet Bleed and Heart Aches by @kazliin and might I just say
h OL Y HOT DAMN ITS SO GOOD 100/10 I CANT WAIT TO SEE HOW IT ENDS
seriously this fic is one of the best and the most well written YOI fics out there.
Me of course, being the drama queen that I am, I have a few ideas on how I think the last two chapters will play through a oh boy howdy I love me some good suffering™. Hey there’s gonna be a happy ending though right?
(yuuri god dammit just tell this p o or bOY HOW YOU FEEL HIS HEART CAN ONLY TAKE SO M U CH)
but c'amon bitty is a good looking guy, isnt jack a little bit jealous of other guys hitting on him? or ahem other hockey players???
Oh, boy howdy does Jack get jealous!
Bitty is suddenly the most eligible gay man in all the land, and damn if Jack doesn’t want to slap a sticker on his boyfriend that says ‘Property of Jack Zimmermann’, but after awhile the feeling tempers a bit and ends up closer to envy. Jack wants to flirt with cute boys, too. Or just one cute boy. But after every ‘who’s dating Bittle now’ article, there’s a phone call that goes something like this:
Bitty: You know I love you more than anything in the whole world, right Sweetpea? You know that you’re the only man I’ll ever need?
I am told how I will live, and I am told how I must die. I must be a man’s servant and a mare for his pleasure, or I must hide myself behind walls and surrender my flesh to a cold, silent god. I would walk into the jaws of hell itself, if it were a path of my own choosing.
Vasya, “The Bear and the Nightingale”, by Katherine Arden
Here's another prompt: fell sans react to meeting his hot next door neighbor on the surface?
(oh boi howdy do i have a weak spot for Red and him getting the hots for his potential/future s/o. bless you, sweet anon, for giving me the chance to indulge a little further in that ;) <3 )
Red decidedly did not have a death wish.
Even with Edge out for the day - no doubt chasing Undyne down or accidentally terrorizing parents when he walked up wordlessly with a lost child he found wandering in the park as he trained - Edge’s sense of smell was uncanny for a being without a nose, and would happily shout Red’s skull into the next century if he caught a whiff of smoke clinging to anything inside.
So without bothering to properly walk out of his room, Red tucked his box of cigarettes and his lighter in his shorts and teleported to the balcony.
Their apartment was a pretty nice one, all things considered - decent area too, now that monsters could legally integrate with society. He and Edge had been in agreement on holding onto an apartment for at least a little bit before deciding to set up permanently anywhere - the world was big up here, absurdly so, and even if they’d both feel more comfortable closer to the mountain, there were a lot of areas around the city to choose from. So here he was, leaning against the railing of their top-floor corner apartment balcony, with a view of the balconies in the building adjacent to them accompanying the view of the enormous wooded park they lived next to. It was a view that made him feel a little more at ease when his anxiety was acting up - he could grab a smoke, stare up at the sky, or do a little people watching alongside the next apartment building or in the shade of the park.
As he slipped his cigarette between his teeth and lit it , enjoying the late afternoon sun on his bones and the decent breeze picking up, he noticed that his foot started instinctively tapping - huh, he could hear a song now actually, coming from the next apartment building over, pretty loudly…
“All that I want Is to wake up fine Tell me that I’m alright - That I ain’t gonna die.”
The cigarette almost dropped out of Red’s mouth.
“All that I want Is a hole in the ground. You can tell me when it’s alright For me to come out.”
You were on the balcony closest to him in the next building over - top floor, corner apartment, probably a mere 50 feet away. You had a series of small clotheslines strung out towards one side of your balcony and had clipped up several shirts and what seemed to be a set of sheets for a bed. Next to you buzzed a small speaker, surprisingly loud for it’s clearly travel-intended size, and it played the song on as you shifted and swayed, tapping out the energetic beat of the song while you sang along and clipped up a pair of jeans and took down a few dry pieces of clothing to make further room.
“Hard times Gonna make you wonder why you even try Hard times Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry These lives-”
Your back was mostly towards Red, and stars was he grateful. He felt a bead of magic forming on his skull, and knew a bit of a flush had picked up on his face- because by Asgore’s shitty beard, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the figure you cut as you finished hanging up your laundry and spun around, your hips hitting side to side in perfect time, a mischievous grin on your face as your eyes closed and you sang along to the deceptively upbeat song.
“And I still don’t know how I even survive Hard times, Hard times - And I gotta get to rock bottom-!”
Your foot stamped against the balcony floor, your arms thrown wide as you crowed the line to the sky.
Waiting was the worst, especially with the condition you were in; pregnant. You were about five months along, your middle having grown out and were now starting to feel the kicks of the life you were staring with Hanzo. Even though the archer was stoic and rather unemotional to anyone else, you knew he had a gentle heart in there and you managed to find it. The man had pierced your heart long before you got his after working with him getting to know him, and even saving each other a few times since the Recall was out into affect. With each other’s hearts, you managed to convince him to start a family, hoping this would help him forgive himself and give him the life he deserved with lots of love. Now only if your own heart wasn’t aching at the moment as he was out a mission, worrying that he would make it back save to you, to your child. Knowing he would be back sometime today, you were waiting in the main lounge of the reused headquarters, cozy on the couch as you pined for your love to come home safely. Unknown to you though, the father of your child was looking for you, having looked in your shared room and else where, his feet silent as he soon spotted his love. With slow, quiet steps, he walked over to surprise you of his arrival.
“You seem to be doing well,” Hanzo mumbled, the archer placing his hand on your shoulder.
“I wasn’t until you showed up,” surprised, you looked behind your shoulder to see that face you missed so much, “How are you?”
“I could say the same,” he pressed your forehead against yours, the closest he got to public displays of affection usually but since the beginning of your pregnancy, he had been doing a bit more but only when he was sure you two were alone. This was the case at the moment as he moved around the couch, taking a seat as he placed a hand on your bulge and rubbing it gently.
“Ha-anzo, what are yo-ou doing?” you asked him, a little embarrassed as your cheeks flustered deep red at the potential of someone seeing you two.
“I would like to say hello to our child,” Hanzo mumbled as he was going to lean in to kiss your belly but noticed a familiar blue glow coming from his arm. His two spirit dragons, currently in noodle form had manifested, curling up around your middle and starting to nip at Hanzo, who had currently jerked away. “What the-”
“I’m sorry, they seem to be protective of me,” you chuckled, the two protecting you like crazy since you first told Hanzo you were pregnant, “Much like their master.”
“They should learn to respect him as well,” Hanzo grumbled as he shot the two dragons a dirty look but he couldn’t be that mad. He was actually rather proud of them as he sat back in his seat, sighing to himself. “Yet Soba and Udon tend to follow their own path.”
The noodle dragons were curled up around your belly, rather warm and light and were occasionally moved out of place by a well placed kick from the fetus. Hanzo tried a few more time to touch his child for father-child bonding but the spirits were as protective as ever and the archer gave up after a while. At least he had you, wrapping his hand around yours and rubbing your fingers gently while your other was petting one of the noodles, Soba, you think.
With the jungle of spurs starting to get louder and louder, Hanzo let of your hand, much to your dismay, and crossed his arms as Jesse walked in, looking over your way with a smile on his face. “Well howdy, dar- oh, I see yer back,” his smile turned into a frown, noticing your man right there as he shrugged but walked closer.
“You’re surprised?” Hanzo asked him, rather defensive of you from him and from the look on the dragons’ faces, they would be too.
“I’ve ben hopin’ to visit yer lil’ varmint,” Jesse mumbled, trying to have a little fun with the idea of being an uncle, “An uncle’s gotta say howdy.”
“Only if it’s okay with you,” you sighed, knowing Jesse was a decent friend but Hanzo was your love and with the two not liking each other, tolerance was all up to Hanzo.
Hanzo paused for a moment, thinking as he looked at you, Jesse, and then at the dragons. A small smirk soon started to grow on his face as he actually nodded in agreement. “By all means.”
Jesse smirked as he was gonna be the best uncle before the kid was born, hoping to get a kick to them.
“Don’t mind if I- OWW!” Jesse had tried to move close but he didn’t even lay a hand on you as Soba nipped at his finger. Udon proceeded to hiss at Jesse, biting his other hand. It was only when Jesse got up and shook the pair off that the dragons let go, hissing and growling at they returned to their previous spots on and around their master’s child.
“Why I outta- control yer snakes!” Jesse grumbled as he rubbed his fingers, looking at the little bite marks on his hands and fingers. The glare he shot Hanzo could’ve probably killed him but he was relaxed the entire time.
“They do this by their own accord,” he stated, cool, calm, and collective on the outside but the light upward curve of the corners of his mouth stated he was proud of his spirit dragons, “You just have to respect them.”
“Maybe I’ll visit when the kid is born,” Jesse sighed, knowing he would have another option later when those serpents where under control or exterminated but much later than he wanted. With mumbled and grumbled under his breath, he left the room to have the bites checked by Angela and he wouldn’t die by such rascals.
You sighed, looking at all of them before you pinched your brow out of disgrace. “You’re too protective, all of you.”
The dragons whined, thinking they were doing the right thing as they tried to lick your hands and face to make it up to you. Meanwhile their master furrowed his brow, not liking to be chided like this but he nodded. “… but in a good way?”
“Of course,” you replied, knowing you couldn’t be mad your child’s father, kissing his cheek in return before asking one more thing out of all of them, “… but maybe back down a bit?”
Hanzo looked at the noodles, almost as if understanding each other in the silence as Hanzo replied for all of them with a cocky smile on his face.
“We can make no promises.”
~The next morning~
Jesse was not going to die, according to Angela, but he thought he would as he had gotten up in the morning, bites all wrapped and grouchy over it. “Might need a second opinion ‘bout these bites,” he mumbled as he was currently getting dressed, “Don’t want no rabies.”
When Jesse was finally getting his boots on, he had too much on his mind to notice his boot seemed a little too heavy and it was too late as he noticed a sharp pain to his toe. “DA-AMN!”
“What was that?” you hummed, hearing a loud and a bit of an effeminate scream echoing down the hall as Hanzo and you were currently eating breakfast with the rest of the Overwatch agents.
“Seems he woke up to a surprise,” Hanzo mused, sipping at his tea nonchalantly, “Not of my doing, of course.”
His choice of words made you curious, then angry as you furrowed your brow at him. “What did you do?”
Hanzo only took another sip of tea while a small, wiggly blue glow crawling up his sleeve, retreating to it’s home before the archer answered you.
“In his wording, you could say he found a snake in his boot.”
Prompt: The noodles steal some of Jesse's stuff & Hanzo tries to discreetly return the items, but is caught by McCree.
The minute he saw a solar-powered cactus on his windowsill, Hanzo knew disaster had struck. It was as if some cosmic power had decided his life was not filled with enough mortification and had decided to take it upon itself to fill the void. The toy’s gleeful dancing, seemingly harmless, was an omen of despair. All he could do was turn to the two dragons poking out from underneath a cowboy hat and ask:
(Okay first of all, this is absolutely not canon !! It’s just something i wanted to try to bring some fun to all of you ^^. Everything here is fan content. It’s my own interpretations so it could have a lot of mistakes and misinterpretations because we only have one chapter of caretaker and not all the background of each character ! So don’t be surprised if i use characters like Sans, Toriel, etc. It’s my first time so i hope you like it ! PS : English is not my first language so i could make some mistakes sorry !)
Asriel is thoughtful. In two days, it’s the birthday of Chara (the day they fall into the underground). He doesn’t know what he can prepare for them. They will be 15 years old and last year they already had a special chocolate cake. He is in Snowdin trying to find some new ideas.
- What should i do ? I already cooked a chocolate cake for them last year ! AAHHH !! Think Asriel ! (Asriel)
-What’s wrong little tiny Asgore ? (Papyrus)
-Sup kiddo what’s the problem ? (Sans)
-Oh Howdy Papyrus and Sans ! I try to find what kind of gifts i can offer for Chara. Their birthday is in two days !
-Nyhe he he the great Papyrus already has the solution ! (P)
- No don’t say it Pap…(A)
-SPAGHETTI !!! (P)
-Papyrus NO ! You know what happened the last time Chara ate your spaghetti….(A)
-They had a perfect expression, they love them ! (P)
Oh boy howdy do I just love having trauma nightmares. It’s like a neat little movie where I relive the worst night of my life over and over again until I wake up and get too scared to close my eyes! Wooho!